Hormonal Kids and Horny Men

After Nero and Dante’s ‘heated’ shower, they both had to walk downstairs and look for their scattered clothing with nothing but towels on because they were worried that going into the bedroom to get their pants would ‘lead to something’. They searched frantically at the fact that Dante was actually expecting Trish to walk through that door any minute.

Every so often Dante would look over at Nero whenever he bent over to pick up a piece of clothing, admiring the young man’s ass through the towel. Nero did the same when Dante wasn’t looking at him. Both of them continued to look for their clothes with smiles across their faces.

Nero found his hoodie along with Dante’s coat almost completely under the couch. He picked them both up and began walking towards Dante to give him his coat. “Here,” Nero offered up Dante’s coat. The elder man took his clothing out of the other’s hand and wrapped his arms around him. “Wha-What are you doing?” A blush began to spread across Nero’s cheeks. “I thought that you were also offering yourself,” Dante said nonchalantly.

Nero loved that about Dante. Although you may not think so, Dante could be quite sweet. Nero pushed Dante away slightly only to place a kiss to Dante’s lips. The elder tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue into Nero’s warm mouth.

The two men were so lost in their kiss they didn’t even notice that the door had opened and that Trish had been watching them make out, with only towels on, in the middle of the day. She decided to speak up before they would start fucking each other. “Ahem! Am I…uh…interrupting something?”

Dante and Nero’s eyes shot open as they both pushed away from each other, both of their faces red with embarrassment. Nero was scratching at his nose while Dante was scratching the back of his head, the two men looking to the floor in opposite directions.

Dante could tell what Trish was thinking; ‘I am so going to blackmail you with this someday’. “No…uh not really,” Dante had to at least *try* to act cool, “But as you can see, I wasn’t quite ready for you to show up yet.” Trish walked up to Dante and pointed towards his towel, “Yes, I *can* see that. Please don’t let me disturb you,” Trish began to walk towards the kitchen, “I’ll just be waiting in here. But don’t keep me waiting for more than a half hour. I did have the decency to come to work today; the least you can do is quickly brief me on the mission you called about a couple days ago.”

“No problem,” was Dante’s only reply as he picked up the rest of his and Nero’s clothes, grabbed Nero’s hand, and lead him upstairs. Trish took a seat in the kitchen and couldn’t help but think how much of a cute couple they actually made. Not to mention how hot it was to watch them make out.

Upstairs in Dante’s room the two hunters began to dress themselves. Nero took a small peak at Dante and admired his muscular back, well-toned, perfect skin… ~Dante discards his towel~ and his hot ass! Nero felt himself growing hard but resisted the urge to jump Dante. He finished buttoning up his pants and headed for the bathroom to take care of his growing arousal without saying a word. Dante just smiled mentally as he finished adjusting his pants. He continued to dress himself as his keen hearing heard the bathroom door being locked.

“Damn, Dante!” Nero was irritated that Dante could make him hard so easily. He was also mad at himself for taking a peak at the sexy, older man. He placed his human hand at head level on the door and very lightly pounded his forehead, “Stupid, stupid!” Nero turned to have his back leaning against the door and let his hand lazily fall to the bulge in his pants.

He slowly began undoing his zipper, also undoing the button, re-freeing his hard member to the open space. He curled his fingers around his erection and slowly began pumping it, reliving the memories he had shared with Dante this morning and the night before. He felt so hot. He remembered mostly the part where he was ramming into the elder male, making him scream in ecstasy. Oh how he remembered those wanton screams. Nero began to stroke his aching cock even faster as he continued to re-imagine Dante writhing and bucking beneath him, how Dante arched his back as he came and screamed his name. By now, Nero was bucking involuntarily into his hand, moaning and chanting Dante’s name over and over.

Nero knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer as he looked down and saw his cock leaking with pre-cum. “Almost there. Oh God…ah, DANTE!"

Meanwhile, downstairs, Dante had been briefing Trish on how he received a call from a nearby town about a mild Scarecrow problem, nothing that Trish couldn’t resolve by herself. At first Dante was actually going to go with her. He had been very bored lately with almost no jobs. But since Nero made his ‘appearance’, the hunter didn’t think he’d be bored anymore with just staying home.

“Alright, I’ll handle it. It’ll take a few days for travel, and I think I might take a little vacation while I was there. I’m sure you won’t mind that it’s going to be *your* money to pay for everything,” Trish started for the door. Before she walked out she turned and gave Dante a wink, “You play nice Dante. Be sure not to break your new toy.”

Dante just smiled. When was he ever ‘nice’? Although he found it a bit offending for Trish to call Nero a ‘toy’. But could he really blame her? He wasn’t exactly the type of guy to fall in love, let alone with another guy! Oh well, he didn’t care what anyone *really* thought. He loved Nero, and that’s all that matters. If anyone had a problem with them, they could just go blow themselves.

Nero cleaned himself up and made his way downstairs to find Dante in the kitchen. He was actually quite hungry and hoped that Dante would have something besides pizza to eat. (Nero had seen the many pizza boxes around the building). Dante was washing some long avoided dishes with a *lot* of cheese and grease stains, again Nero thought it must be from pizza.

Nero snuck behind Dante and did the ‘fake stretch move’ and hugged him, nuzzling his head on Dante’s shoulder, “So, what’s for break-lunch?” Dante just pointed to the refrigerator. Nero opened the door to find; a leftover pizza box, surprise, surprise. The young man just sighed, grabbed the box and lazily dropped it on the table. Nero sat down, “So I guess it’s *cold* pizza then, right?” Dante shrugged at the comment, “This ain’t a fucking restaurant.”

The young man just sighed again before opening the box and grabbing a piece of God knows how old pizza. Dante, now finally done with the dishes, sat down and grabbed a slice himself. Dante actually wondered how long Nero was going to stay. He had no problem with Nero staying with him. And didn’t Nero have a girlfriend? Oh shit! What happened to her? Now Dante was curious. He decided he would have to ask.

Dante took another bite out of his pizza, trying to think of a way to ask without sounding like some clingy mistress asking if the guy’s girlfriend had found out about them. There was an awkward silence between the two devil hunters. Nero could tell Dante wanted to ask him something, but what? He could tell because Dante would just look around the room as he silently chewed on his cold pizza.

Nero decided that the silence had gone on long enough, “You look like you want to say something. What is it?” Dante’s eyes finally centered to the young man, “uh…well…how do I say this?” Dante scratched his nose, “I know it might be a little late, but what happened to your girlfriend? She didn’t kick you out did she? I’d *hate* to be the rebound boy.”

“That’s not it at all! I just decided to come visit you.”
“Wait, you *did* break up with her before you left right?”
“Of course I did! I told her how I felt and we decided to just stay friends.”
“Oh that’s good,” Oh shit, Dante was sounding clingy, but he couldn’t stop, “So, since you broke up with her…maybe you’d like to stay here with me?”

Nero’s eyes went wide. Did he just hear that right? Did Dante just ask him to live with him? The young man blushed a little. It didn’t sound like it would be that bad to live with Dante. It actually sounded like a good idea. “Really? You wouldn’t mind a kid like me wondering around here?”

“Hell no! In fact,” Dante leaned over the table and gave him a short, tender kiss on the lips, a wolfish grin across his face, “I’d *love* for you stay.” Nero just blushed even more, “Okay, I guess it’s settled then; I’m gonna live here from now on. Although I will have to go back to Fortuna. Y’know, just to get my stuff and to tell Kyrie. Oh shit! How the hell am I gonna tell her!?”

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A/N: Sorry if this chapter bored my readers to tears, but I do need to move the story along. After all, we want Dante and Nero to be 'Together Forever' XD so I have to get them to live together. And of course, if you were paying attention in Ch.1, Nero didn't say he'd go to live with Dante. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter enough to at least keep reading.